User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-3135907-20120327213800

Meanwhile, Firts the rat battled with the tiller aboard Cosivair's ship, the Deathsail. "Arr, cap'n, it won't budge!" "Aye," said Cosgow, a weasel. "It's been jammed by summat!" His next words were muffled by a blast of seawater hitting the quarterdeck, hurling him amidships. Cosivair climbed up on deck. "We've been goin' all night like this, Eelhide- go see what's the matter! Griffid, Skijor, Daggid, get it back in order, listen ter Eelhide's orders! Gaflud, what's going on up there?" The lookout looked forward, then screamed. "It's the Seapit, Cap'n- we're `eadin' straight for it!"